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July 11, 2014

Book Review: The Girl in 6E by A.R. Torre

My life, inside this apartment is simple. It works, as long as I follow the rules.

1. Don't leave the apartment. Not in case of fire, not to mail a letter, not to run an errand. The door stays shut, and I stay inside.

2. Don't get attached to clients. I take off my clothes, I stand in front of the camera, and I perform. What they want, I give. Their secrets, I keep. Everything I tell them, is a lie.

3. Don't kill anyone. I've obeyed that rule for over three years.

My life, inside this apartment was simple, and it worked. Then, I started breaking rules.

Enter a world of lies, thrills, fears, and all desires, in this original thriller from A. R. Torre.

Warning: This book contains explicit sexual references, and should not be read by anyone under the age of 18.

Undressing is an everyday occurrence. Most women do it mindlessly, automatic motions that accomplish an end result. But, if done correctly, stripping can be the ultimate foreplay, a sexual seduction that can wipe clear any rational thoughts and leave a man totally and utterly at your mercy. I have mastered the art.

I kneel on the bed and trail my fingers over my skin. Light, teasing caresses designed to heighten my senses and stimulate my body. I exhale slow, trembling breaths as my hands travel near sensitive areas, the dip in my neckline, the lace over my breasts. I keep my eyes down, subservient to him, and wait for the command. One always comes.

“Take off your top. Slowly.” The voice was foreign, English words dipped in culture and dialect. I comply, lifting my eyes and biting my bottom lip gently, my tongue quickly darting out, and hear his gasp in response. I run my hands down my neck, grazing the top of my collarbone and dipping under the silk of my negligee. I slide down one strap, then two, the silk bunching over my breasts, the fabric clinging to my nipples. Then I rise to my knees, crossing my arms, sliding the fabric higher, letting it reveal inch by slow inch of skin until it unveils the curve of breasts, dip of throat, and the pout of pink lips.

“Good.” He groaned. “Very good. I like you, Jessica.”

Jessica. Not my real name. He thought he knew me. They all thought they knew me. After all, they’ve seen my Facebook page, seen the Photoshopped photos that construct my manufactured life. They believe what they see, because they want to believe. Like I want to believe.

I turn to the wall and stand, dragging my expensive thong down over my toned hips, bending over and exposing my most private area to his hungry eyes. The embroidered lace slides the rest of the way down my legs and drops around my ankles, snagging on the Italian stilettos that encase perfectly pedicured feet. I am naked now, and slide down to lay on my side in front of him, propped up on one elbow, his eyes hungrily feasting on my body. The lights, bright and hot, illuminate my bare skin, causing it to glow. He speaks, the arousal present in his voice, in the slight thickening of his accent.

“Touch yourself. Just your fingers. I want to see you come.”

He wants my fingers, a seductive performance of gasps, moans, and slick foreplay. Eventually, fingers won’t be enough. The next visit he’ll want more, something bigger, deeper - my moans to be louder, my orgasm stronger. There will be no secrets anymore, no boundaries, no requests he won’t be comfortable giving. At this moment, I am his, to do with as he pleased. And right now, he wants fingers.

This book was so intriguing! It had two very original and interesting plot points that wound together to create a fantastic story.

Deanna (aka Jessica to her fans) is a cam girl. In other words, she has cyber sex online with paying customers. But that is not the most interesting thing about her. She also harbors homicidal thoughts, desires and fantasies. They are so strong that for the last 3 years she has locked herself into her apartment and refuses to set foot outside her door for fear that she will just start killing people left and right. Her only human contact is through her web cam sessions, through-the-door conversations with her pill-popping neighbor Simon who locks her in her apartment at night, and the package delivery guy, Jeremy.

In my opinion this book would have been really good if only one of the above story lines was going on, but with the two working together it made a special kind of magic. And by the end of the book, both plots merged seamlessly in a way that made sense to me.

This book blended sexiness and lust with intrigue and suspense. I was hooked in from page one and stayed hooked all the way to the end. I knew nothing about the world of "camming" or cyber sex and the way it was all described seemed very realistic. There were certain times when I questioned Deanna's thirst for murder - certain instances where it seemed like she kind of fell out of character - and that is the only reason I rated this book 4 stars instead of 5. When you read the book I feel like you will know the instances I'm referring to. It just didn't ring 100% authentic that there would be situations where her urge to kill would just flip off like a switch. If she's a true psychopath (or whatever you want to classify her as), I don't think she would have had those moments of morality.

But, maybe she can change. Maybe that's what's in store for the next book. I certainly hope so, because I really liked Deanna and Jeremy, and would love to see them take a chance on whatever weird relationship they feel like they can make work. I will definitely read the next book in this series, if and when there is one!

A.R. Torre is a pseudonym for popular erotica author Alessandra Torre. Blindfolded Innocence, her first novel, was a huge success and captured the attention of readers everywhere. When not writing, A.R. Torre enjoys reading, traveling, and spending time with her family.

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